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I wish that it was raining all the time
It’s weird but I just like needing a warm dry place to hide that’s why I wish that it was raining all

Grit Granite bright Quartz seam
Pitch black peat plush Sphagnum
This holds us and shows us
And grows us and knows us

Laid Hazel topping dry

A 1000 miles closer to you 

Caught the M11 of the M2 flow  
Around another City as the sun hangs low 
As the night it fades away

Found a run-down truck

a new chick
Bossy and she run shit
She don't even make bread
She be making sun chips
Everybody feels her
When we out in public
Clouds get darker everytime

it up (pow, pow, pow), sugar rush (sugar rush)
Now, do that bubble gum
Now, do that bubble gum
Now, do that bubble gum
Now, do that bubble gum, run

Do my bitches bust our guns Do we fuck em' till they come
Leave em' dry and leave em' stunned Let her try me better run
Don't want smoke Cause I'm

the booth I think I'm manic now
Too much shine willl make the whole crop die
Guided by pride now the wetlands dry
You ever try to sleep with the lights on?

esta a mi nivel Ya tu lo sabe soy dulce like jarabe Pero yo no te doy no tendras 2 tipos a la ves Ey yo d run it up Ey ey ey dry dime tuckeeer

hands on me, hands on me x3

45 minutes late for dinner
I’m about to run out of gas on my scooter
I just turned 25, it’s my birthday
Better greet me with

of lo-fi 
I work hard everyday 
So mi pocket no dry 
If you wanna diss me i invite you fi go try 
Fassy no badda ting mi is a very cool guy 
Lord mi

lookin' pretty Run DMC, this shit'll get tricky
I stay out the way, cause shit'll get sticky
Niggas walkin' around with them blickies and knockers They

hit me back like I was sleep

I guess they sharing lies

Just like they sharing guys

Next time I might hit up my man to run the 2 on 2

Respect

of lo-fi 
I work hard everyday 
So mi pocket no dry 
If you wanna diss me i invite you fi go try 
Fassy no badda ting mi is a very cool guy 
Lord mi

I rap like a king
You run on 99 ping
Usin' wikihow cause you don't know a thing
Your money talk, mine gon' sing
We some opposites, yang to a ying

""Take Me Home"" 
Levi Dry & Joe Weed (feat.) Y.T. Amaya
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Chours

I been just drivin,
With no where to go,
ridin Down this lonely road,
And I

Reach for Me

Dream Command

Fire on the Moon

1990

on

Reach for me when the gold starts to rust
When your colours run, will you call?
Reach for me when the threads come undone
When your cover slips and you

Back to You

Trooper

Flying Colors

1979

nowhere
No planes, no trains, it's plain small change, ain't carfare
Sittin' on the highway it's pouring rain, there isn't a dry way to go
Started in

Disappear

The Haunted

Unseen

2011

you what you said and what you did
To break from the futility and run

You speak through comparison
You speak in tongues
You listen suspiciously

Round here its a red dirt life |If the rain don't come, then it gets bone dry |we work real hard and sweat on the ground, |Its a heat haze shimmer

never could run it up
Now I’ve got a rider
Hennessy, double cup
Took my time with it, never did gwap gwap, eish!
No double up, now the money done double

You've been hurt so many times
You always seem to buy their lies.
But that's all gone
Forget your past
Go on and dry those tears
Now come with me

Where do we go from here?
The suspense is a thrill
To me your feel, your taste is still so clear
I run, but my legs can only take me so far
It's

Bled dry, A bullet never lies,
Look into my eyes, girl,
Would I lie to you?, 

Stained grave, Do you feel the same way?,
Tears run down my spine,

Come with me to violet waters 
Far away from here 
Come with me sons and daughters 
She will dry your tears 

Filling my eyes something beautiful